Far Right Demo Causes Havoc

Patriot Games: London's Biggest Racist Festival Since the Empire



By our staff cynic


London finally got its "big day out," though not the kind you'd see on a VisitBritain advert. More than 110,000 people gathered in Whitehall for what organisers billed as a "festival of free speech," which turned out to be less Glastonbury and more Glastonbigotry.



A Riot of Free Expression



Tommy Robinson (real name Stephen Yaxley-Lennon, stage name: Britain's Answer to the BNP) welcomed his followers with stalls flogging such titles as Manifesto: Free Speech, Real Democracy, Peaceful Disobedience and Mohammed's Koran: Why Muslims Kill for Islam. Nothing says "peaceful disobedience" like bottles, flares, and 26 injured police officers.


Meanwhile, marchers expressed themselves through that most ancient of cultural traditions: chanting "Keir Starmer's a w@&£er" to the tune of Seven Nation Army. Clearly, Britain is not short of lyricists.



Guest Stars From the Far-Right Cinematic Universe



The lineup was as star-studded as a Comic Con for racists. Elon Musk phoned in, demanding the "dissolution of the UK parliament"—a bold request from a man who can't dissolve Twitter bots. French far-right darling Éric Zemmour gave his usual sermon about "the great replacement," proving he can still recycle material even more effectively than France recycles wine bottles.


For entertainment, Destiny Church from New Zealand offered a haka—because nothing says "defend Britain" like outsourcing your culture war choreography to the Southern Hemisphere.



The People Speak (Badly)



Among the patriotic pilgrims was a Merseyside mother in a wheelchair holding a Charlie Kirk sign. She insisted the event wasn't racist because, as she recalled, "I lived amongst neighbours from Africa, Pakistan; we were all one." In other words: "Some of my best friends were Black—back in the 1970s."


Her son chimed in with the classic line: "I just want our country back." Back from whom? Amazon drivers? Takeaway chefs? Anyone with a vowel at the end of their surname?


Another woman from south Wales said the UK needs to "come together," presumably by splitting into two separate marches (one fascist, one anti-fascist) and then throwing bottles at each other.



Violence, But Make It Patriotic



Police reported 25 arrests, with offences ranging from affray and violent disorder to criminal damage. One officer was left with a prolapsed disc, proving that nationalism is not only bad for democracy but also for back health.


Assistant Commissioner Matt Twist condemned the "wholly unacceptable" level of violence, which must be a police euphemism for "we got walloped."



The Counterpoint



While Tommy's carnival of conspiracy theories rocked Whitehall, 5,000 counter-protesters marched under trade union banners elsewhere in central London. Diane Abbott reminded the crowd that Robinson's allies are "some of the most anti-women forces in society." Translation: they shout about "protecting women" while opposing equal pay and calling sexual harassment "banter."



Final Thought



Robinson declared: "Britain has finally awoken." Judging by the chants, the books on sale, and the guest speakers, it seems the nation hasn't so much awoken as sleepwalked straight into a pub lock-in with a BNP karaoke machine.


Britain: still great at queues, tea, and delusion.


Taxing Times At The Top

Angela Rayner has resigned as deputy prime minister, housing secretary, and deputy leader of the Labour Party — proving once again that in British politics, the only thing harder than buying a house is buying one without accidentally triggering a ministerial ethics scandal.


Yes, Britain's most famous working-class phoenix has been grounded by a stamp duty cock-up in Hove. For a woman who clawed her way from Stockport comp to the Cabinet table, it turns out the real glass ceiling isn't sexism or classism — it's HMRC's small print.


The Letter That Launched a Thousand Groans


Rayner's resignation letter (mercifully not written in crayon, as her enemies might have expected) was full of noble regret. Keir Starmer's response, meanwhile, read like the breakup text of a man who still hopes to stay friends. "You've been a true friend, Ange, and the embodiment of social mobility," he gushed, as though she'd just finished a season on Strictly Come Dancing rather than dodged full-fat SDLT.


Translation: "It's not you, it's the Inland Revenue."


The Ethics Man Cometh


Enter Sir Laurie Magnus, Independent Adviser on Ministerial Standards — the only man in Britain who can turn a missed tax bill into a Shakespearean tragedy. His forensic letter ran longer than most student dissertations, but the gist was clear:

  • Angela relied on legal advice.

  • That legal advice wasn't tax advice.

  • She didn't get proper tax advice.

  • Therefore, she didn't pay proper tax.


Or, as any normal Brit would summarise it: "I used a solicitor, they said it was fine, turns out it wasn't." Only in politics does this qualify as a breach of the sacred Ministerial Code rather than just a very annoying HMRC letter with bold red print.


Hove Actually


Why Hove, you ask? Because nothing says "woman of the people" like swapping a 25% slice of Ashton-under-Lyne for a seafront pad near Brighton. Somewhere between the pier and the Prosecco bars, Rayner tripped over a land tax rule that even seasoned accountants have to squint at.


The irony is exquisite: the housing secretary felled not by dodgy landlords, nor by Britain's crumbling rental market, but by her own attempt to navigate the property ladder.


Quotes and Votes Verdict

  • On Rayner: Resigning for underpaying tax when your party is promising "fairness" is like the designated driver getting done for drink-driving. It's just not a good look.

  • On Starmer: He's written so many heartfelt letters of thanks this year he might as well publish a poetry collection: Odes to Fallen Colleagues.

  • On Magnus: A man who makes Jesuits look like stand-up comics.


Final Satirical Spin


Angela Rayner once said she wanted to "build homes for working families." She did — starting with her own in Hove. Unfortunately, HMRC noticed the bricks didn't quite stack.


And so, she dances off the Westminster stage, not felled by enemies, rivals, or revolution — but by a tax form.